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... about it.

  When Qianyan and Yue Xinghuai left this world, there was movement on Xingyue River.

  The original house in Xingyue River was gone, along with the vegetables in the field behind, and the fish in Hanoi was much less.

  The attendant Xingshi, who was once enlightened by Yue Xinghuai, looked at Xingyuehe with some sadness.

  At this time, a flat voice resounded from the entire heaven: "From now on, the Xingyue River will be under the control of Xingchenjun X ...

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